Long ago, in a kingdom that has now long been forgotten, there was a man named Sherlock Holmes. He had curling ebony hair, and skin as pale as snow. He was very reserved, and nobody really knew much about him or where he had come from. He drew attention to himself everywhere he went. But little did he know that he had drawn the attention of the King.

Jim Moriarty was a cruel king, with a wit and tongue that could outmatch anyone. However, rumours had spead that the King would find an equal in Sherlock Holmes. That perhaps he could outsmart the King. However, Jim was not displeased. In fact, he was overjoyed! Finally somebody who could play the game. All he needed was to draw his attention. Shouldn't be too hard.

Sherlock spent his days observing the people in the kingdom. Most of them were dull in live in fear of the King. The people were simply blind or chose to ignore the fact that nearly every death in the kingdom was a result of planning done by the King. Investigations were fone on the bodies and of course the King was not found guilty because he was nt the one who had actually killed the people. He simply hired people to do it for him. Sherlock had decided that he was rather intrigued by the King and made the choice to take a stroll through the King's gardens. He lived in court and had the liberty to do so. He had expected that by living at court, he would have seen the King. After much investigation and inquiry, Sherlock soon discovered that nobody in court had ever seen the King. Of course Sherlock knew that there were the rare few who were lying, but he simply took their words and noted them. The fact that the King had never been seen before was odd to Sherlock. Rumours and whisperes told Sherlock that the had a brilliant, yet dangerous mind. If that was true, how would anyone know?

Sherlock walked and weaved his way through the gardens. His eyes studied and memorized ever detail of every flower and plant. He listened intently to the sounds around him. It seemed as though all was quiet, until Sherlock heard a faint laugh that anyone could have mistaken for the wind. Sherlock turned around slowly, looking up towards the balcony that led to a room inside of the castle. Sitting on the edge of the balcony was a man. He was short than Sherlock, that much was obvious and he had hair black as night. His eyes were one of the darkest shades of brown that Sherlock had seen, noticing that it was nearly impossible to distinguish where his pupils were. However, the distance between the two men might have played a factor in that. The man wore regal clothing and much jewelery. The man was smirking down at him,still laughing slightly.

"Didn't your mother teach you to bow to a King?" the man ashed, smirking widely.

"She did. However, that diesn't mean I listened to her." Sherlock responded.

"You should."

"If you expect me to bow to you, you will be waiting a long time."

"Peasants bow to their King."

"But how do I know that you are the King? How do I know for sure? The King has never made a public appearence in court. So how could I be expected to know who the King is? After all, I only just came here a short while ago."

The man laughed and reached over to a tree near him and plucked an apple off of it. He tossed the apple at Sherlock, who caught it easily in his hand. He studiedit and took a small bite out of it, keeping his eyes locked with the man's.

"Jim Moriarty. Formally, my name is King James Moriarty, but I much prefer to be called Jim. Hiii!" he said, cheerily.

"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock watched as Jim's eyes widened and he smiled, peering down even further over the edge of the balcony. Sherlock felt him eyeing his body and appearence.

"So you're the infamous Sherlock Holmes. I've heard somuch about you. I must say, I am not disappointed at all." Jim said, voice dropping to a deeper tone.

Sherlock took note of the man's voice and raised an eyebrow at him. It was odd for the King to act this way. According to most people, the King was cruel. Yet, he was being overly friendly to Sherlock.

"I wouldn't call myself infamous. Simply a curious man with a brilliant mind."

"A man who likes to use his mind to solve crimes." Jim grinned.

"It is a true shame that the wrong men are put to death." Sherlock laughed at the King.

Jim's gaze hardened as he looked down upon Sherlock. This man was something esle. Something extraordinary. Something beautiful.

"What do you mean by that, my dear? Surely all of those who commited the crimes were punished accordingly to my kingdom's laws."

"They were. However, the person who planned the crime was not. All the men are different, but the crimes are all the done the very same. Down to the last detail. Clearly this criminal is unorganized. Would you not agree, my liege?" Sherlock asked, taunting the King.

"I would not agree, darling. I do not believe that the criminal is unorganized. I believe that they simply want their work to be recognied." Jim smiled, however, Sherlock could tell that it was used to mask his distaste.

"Think what you will, Jim. You are the King. Who am I to tell a King what to think. Though you are right in saying that the criminal wanted reognition, it was disorganized of him to wish for recognition. It was foolish of him and was what allowed me to discover who this criminal is." Sherlock laughed.

"Oh? Do tell me who this monster is, Sherlock. I would love to make sure the he recieves proper punishment."

"I think both of us know who that monster is, Jim."

There was silence between the two men and small smiles of knowing graced their faces. Jim sat up and looked down once more at Sherlock. He laughed darkly, before he slipped back inside of his castle.

Once Jim was inside, his smile fell off his face. He walked over to the far wall inside of his chambers to stare upon a mirror. To anyone else, it would be so normal to look upon. They would simply see their reflection. However to Jim, this mirror meant and could show so much more.

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest one of all?" Jim asked.

Jim recited these words countless times, and each time he recieved an answer he liked. He hoped for the same answer this time. When he asked who was the fairest one of all, he was not just talking about beauty. He was talking about beauty, confidence, and intelligence. He was asking who was the best person on this entire planet. Smoke began to rise inside of the mirror and a face appeared from the smoke.

"I fear that my answer will not be to you liking, my King. For you are not the fairest of them all. Sherlock Holmes has taken your place. I know that you've heard rumour of his intelligence and genius, and how you have seen him display his confidence and beauty. He is truly the fairest one of all."

Jim nearly smashed the mirror upon hearing its answer. Jim was absoloutely furious. Though Sherlock was the most interesting human he had ever met during his entire existence, he couldn't let this man continue. He just couldn't. Sherlock Holmes needed to die.